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Summary: Elphaba started to sleep soundly, knowing she had someone who truly loved her by her side. (Excerpt from a new Gelphie Fanfic I'm working on)

First night

The room was dark, being only
illuminated by the small lamp on the nightstand. Two single beds stood side by
side, one pink, fluffy, filled with pillows and ruffles, the other grey, plain
and mended; were separated by a shared nightstand, having on one side stood a
pile of books that could easily belong to a scholar, and on the other a single
book covered by a brush and a hand-mirror.

On one of the beds stood a green
girl with her lanky legs bent in front of her, using them as a book support, reading
one of her many books. Who knew this girl also knew of her to be immensely
curious, thirsty for knowledge, and Elphaba found satisfaction for this hunger in
reading, but of late something seemed to have changed within her.

Elphaba recalled well the night at
Ozdust when Galinda, her roommate, had come forward to defend her, even dance
with her, and how it had changed things. From that moment on they had become
close friends. At first it had been strange and awkward, mostly with her not
knowing how to behave with the blonde – Galinda was her first friend ever after
all – and the heiress not knowing how far she could go so to avoid making the
brunette feel awkward, but with time and coexistence they learned to care for
and protect each other. Now it seemed easy and natural to be around each other,
talk and even have friendly arguments about… well almost everything. It was the
touching that was starting to become hard.

It wasn’t like Elphaba
and Galinda minded the other touching, or didn’t like the other or themselves to do so. It was, actually, the other way
around. At least in her case, she felt like the touching was never enough, or
wasn’t the way she wanted it to be. Whenever Galinda would hug her, or kiss her
cheek, or hold her hand, or even accidently brush her fingers against hers, the
young witch would feel short of air, her stomach would be filled with
butterflies, her hands would start shaking, and her heart seemed to skip a
beat. Even now as she tried to focus on her book, her mind flew to her blonde
roommate, who was at some party with her boyfriend.

Elphaba threw her book to the end of
her bed, allowed her naked feet to touch the carpeted floor and started walking
around the room wonder if she should just chill out, or if she should go to the
gym and punch the punching-bag and blow off some steam. Either way she hated to
be this out of control.´

Having made her decision, she
changed from her jeans and put on a tracksuit and some sneakers, grabbed a
towel and was off her dorm room. As she made her way to the gym she could see
some couples making their way back from some party or other, laughing and
talking, while throwing her the odd glared she had become used to.

“Miss Thropp…” she heard somebody
say as a door clicked close behind her. She looked around and saw one of the
college keepers. “Is a little late. Why don’t you return to your dormitory? I’m
about to close the gym.”

“You wouldn’t be willing to lend me
the keys so I can train a little? I promise to close everything once I’m finished.”
She said looking at the man before her.

“Madame Morrible would have my head
if I did such a thing.” the man answered plainly. Elphaba sighed and offered a
weak nod, leaving right away. If she couldn’t punch a bag then she would go for
a run. That should keep her mind of her roommate and her prince. No. Running, literally
or otherwise, had never solved anything for her so she just went back to her
room.

When she arrived to the room she
shared with Galinda, she heard someone whimpering inside the room. She knew she
had locked the door and the only other person that had a key to the room was
the heiress. The green girl felt her heart tighten inside her chest as she
turned the knob and went inside.

“Glin, are you alright?” she asked,
allowing her towel to fall on the floor as she ran to her friends side.

“Oh… I’m fine. I return home heartbroken
and you were nowhere to be found.” Glinda answered getting up from her bed and
walking around like a wounded animal in a cage. “Where were you anyway?”
Elphaba felt her heart stop, fearing what would come next if she told the
truth.

“I was having some issues, but I’m
unimportant.” The young witch decided upon. “Please tell me what afflicts you
so. I can’t bear to see you cry, my sweet.”

Galinda opened her mouth but found
that she couldn’t speak, as her body was wrecked by sobs. Elphaba pulled her
friend to her and hugged her tight, feeling h rest her head against her chest.
The young witch brought the blonde to sit on the pink bed, never letting go,
and even if she wanted to let go she would not be able. The Frottican girl was
clinging to her as if her life depended on it.

Not knowing what to do besides
waiting, Elphaba allowed her to rest her head on her shoulder, pressing a
gentle, comforting kiss to her forehead, and drawing calming circles on her
back.

“Sweetie, I know I wasn’t here when
you arrived, but I’m here now.” She whispered into her ear, and the small shiver
that went through the heiress did not go unnoticed. “You can talk to me. You
are my friend.” This only seemed to intensify the other girl’s crying, even as
she clung ever closer.

“Oh, you wouldn’t understand!”
Galinda sobbed into her friend’s chest.

“Try me.” The young witch whispered
to her pressing another kiss to her temple. The other girl shivered once again
and pulled away to look into her friend’s chocolate brown eyes.

“Well… I… Fiyero…” she managed to
say pulling completely away.

“If he did anything to you I swear…”
Elphaba said feeling her blood starting to boil.

“Elphie calm down. He did something,
just not directly to me.” Galinda continued holding Elphaba’s hands in hers. “I
found him kissing another girl and broke up with him.”

“That ping! Wait! Let me rephrase
that. Calling him a ping is an insult to Pings.” The brunette got up. This time
her blood was really boiling. “That vermin. Does he even realise what a
treasure he has in you? That ass. I can’t believe he would do that to you.”

Galinda bit her lower lip feeling
her heart throb. She had yet to tell her best-friend the real reason why she
was upset. Yes finding out Fiyero was having an affair was damaging, but only
to her ego. If she was to be honest to herself she had just been looking for a
good reason to breakup with the prince of Vinkus. The truth was that she was
falling in love with her roommate, and she was terrified of telling her.

“Galinda? Are you listening?”
Elphaba asked kneeling before her blonde roommate. The heiress looked at her
friend in the eyes, then at her lips, wondering how they would feel against her
own pink ones.

“You will find it very strange, but
I’m not upset that Fiyero cheated on me. At least not as upset as I would
expect to be.” Galinda confessed worrying her lower lip.

“How? Don’t you love him? I clearly
remember a night in the last semester when you professed you were going to
marry him.” The other girl said bluntly, making Galinda flinch in the process.

“Well I can’t marry someone I don’t
love, Miss Elphaba, and I don’t love Fiyero.” Galinda almost shouted in
frustration, feeling the truth almost slipping from her grasp. “I love… someone
else.”

“Oh.” Elphaba felt her heart ache
inside her chest as traitorous tears stung her eyes. Her friend’s upset mood
was due to a wounded pride that was clear enough for the green girl, but
knowing that the Frottican’s heart belonged to someone else was far more than she
could stand. “Then why were you crying? Shouldn’t you run to the one you love
and confess?”

“I would but I’m afraid. I did try
though, but this can change everything between us.” Galinda confessed, never
daring to say the words that rested just beneath her tongue. “You see I’m in
love with someone I can’t have.”

“Galinda, you can have whoever you
wish.” Elphaba told her as she sat on her own bed, completely defeated. “You
are smart, drop-dead gorgeous, and those eyes put shame to the blue sky above
our heads. Anyone would find themselves lucky if blessed with your love.” ‘And I envy them’ she did not say as she
felt her heart break a little more.

“Elphie…” Galinda was closer now
making the young witch feel that if she just stretched her fingers, she would
be able to touch the fabric of the blonde’s jeans. “Elphie look at me.” The
other girl could now feel her friend’s hand cup her cheek, but still she would
not look. She would not breakdown in front of the woman she loved.

“Do you really think so?” Galinda
asked kneeling down before Elphaba.

“I know so.” But still the girl
would not look.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” the
heiress pressed on, not moving her hand from her friend’s cheek. The caress
felt so natural and easy, like it was meant to be shared between the two of
them, and so she had not the heart to put an end to it. Shyly she saw Elphaba
look up to meet her eyes with the warm chocolate within her own, and she could
see something that made her heart both race and ach but she could not identify
what it was. Galinda then looked at her friends lips once again. This time, before
she could even think about it, she kissed her love, feeling the velvet of her
lips brush against her own.

The first few seconds that the kiss
last Elphaba’s eyes were wide with shock as her heart ached with longing, but
then she kissed Galinda back, closing her eyes to better enjoy the contact
while it lasted. Surely the heiress would soon return to her senses and feel
ashamed of what she had done, and whom she had done it with. The kiss, however,
lasted, tender and loving as the one of a lover, making the green girl realise
that if she didn’t break the kiss, Galinda would not be the one to do it. She
cupped the blonde’s cheek, caressed it, and gently pulled away, just enough to
be able to speak.

“Galinda, what…” she could not bring
herself to continue. Her breath seemed to be caught in her throat, effectively silencing
her, and she could feel Galinda’s breathing brushing against her skin.

“I just freaked you out, didn’t I?” the
Frottican asked, worriedly looking for answers in the other girl’s eyes, but
not daring to pull further away.

“It’s quite unexpected, yes, but not
unwelcome. Truthfully I’m just wondering why.” Elphaba answered, her eyes cast
down and a small sad smile on her lips. “You just said that you were in love
with someone else.”

“Elphie, you are home to me. Why do
you think you found me crying? When I came home after breaking up with Fiyero,
and you weren’t here I… I was afraid…” The heiress caressed the green skin
beneath her hand, relishing the feeling of her skin against her own.

“Galinda, I beg you. Tell me
plainly.” The brunette pleaded, keeping her voice in check so it would not
break. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Because I’ve been wanting to do it for
weeks now. Because I love you.” Galinda’s voice never went above a whisper, as
if her own voice could ruin everything.

“Not that I’m complaining or
anything, but are you sure?” Elphaba pulled her a little closer as if testing
the waters.

“Mmm-hmm.” The hairess smiled shyly
as got a little closer still. “I’m pretty sure. I mean… just kissing you…” a
green hand brushed a curl off the girls face, making her smile. Elphaba smiled
back pressing a small kiss to the corner of the blonde’s lips, and allowed the
girl before her to sit on her lap. “Elphie…” the blonde nuzzled at Elphaba’s
nose with a needy whine. “Please… I need to know what’s going through your
mind. I think I’ll go insane if I don’t.”

“I’m thinking so many things I
wouldn’t know where to start.” She confessed drawing circles with her hand on
Galinda’s back, but she knew this would not suffice. “I don’t know how to put
words to how I feel. I’ve loved you from afar, never daring to dream that I
would ever be blessed enough to have you in my arms, yet here you are.”

Galinda smiled feeling her cheeks
slightly burn. She knew exactly how her green roommate was feeling. She could
remember all the times she had stolen glances at her studious roommate,
memorising every single line visible to the naked eye. She would see the lean
finger push her glasses up her nose after being on its tip for a few minutes,
and her friend would remain oblivious, closed inside her small little world of
ink and knowledge. Sometimes she would even feel jealous of the little bound,
very flammable pages that seemed to get more attention from her roommate than
herself.

For a moment or two Elphaba found
herself distracted by how the light would illuminate and enhance the different
bright colours within the golden curls. She allowed her long fingers to run
over the delicate locks as she venture to gently kiss her love’s cheek. She
heard Galinda sigh and felt her undo her braid so she could return the caress.

“Elphie… where do we stand now? I
mean, you will always be my best-friend, but… I want us to be more.” Galinda
confessed as her fingers tips massaged the tension at the base of the young
witch’s neck.

“I don’t think you know what you’re
asking.” Elphaba casted her eyes down, allowing her hands to fall from their
resting place on the girl’s body. “I cannot ask you to forsake everything for
me, for us… you would be bullied and I will not stand for it.”

“And you would give up on us?” The
socialite’s voice went a pitch higher than usual as she got up from her love’s
lap. Elphaba looked at the girl before her, and took a deep breath to calm
herself.

“Lindy, that’s not what I said.” She
got up and thought about going to Galinda’s side, but did not move. “I’m just
trying to protect you.”

“Then don’t. If my so called
‘friends’ don’t like me being with the woman I love, then screw them. I don’t
need them anyway.” Galinda proclaimed as she returned to Elphaba’s side and
held her hands. “I love you and you are my best friend. The only friend that
truly matters. I don’t need you protecting me from a decision I have made. I
need you to stand by my side.”

“Of course I’ll stand by your side,
baby. Come here.” The green girl pulled the smaller girl into a protective hug,
and pressing a kiss to her forehead, to which Galinda sighed approvingly. “I’m
just saying that it won’t be easy. People won’t make it easy for us to be
together. It will be a tough fight…”

“My momsy always says that the best
things in life are the ones that are worth fighting for, and I happen to think
that she is right.” Galinda put her arms around the other girl’s neck, and
played with her hair. Elphaba smiled as her arms rested on the other’s girl's
waist, and gently rested her chin on top of her head, allowing her own senses
to be invaded by the blonde’s presence, least this be a dream and she would
wake up too soon. The shorter girl’s laughter broke the taller from her
musings.

“What’s so funny?” the witch asked
not moving an inch.

“It think we just had our first
fight as a couple.” The heiress looked up with a bright smile on her lips.

“I’m not going to argue with you on
that.” The young witch joked, grinning. “We should go to bed, though.”

“Of course we have classes tomorrow
and we’ll become officially a couple.” Galinda was so excited she tightened her
hold on Elphaba’s neck a little too much.

“Galinda… choking… not breathing.”
She managed to say, and Galinda backed away in a snap of fingers.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I think I got a
little too excited.” The heiress offered and shy apologetic smile. “I don’t
intend to back down on my affections in public though.”

“Good to know.” The green girl felt
her cheeks become warm. “So… bed.”

“Yours or mine?” and that made the
green girl’s cheeks become warmer and darker. Galinda couldn’t help but find
her… - were they a couple? Elphaba had yet to say anything on the matter –
roommate incredibly cute when she got bashful.

“Relax, I’m joking.” She saw her
friend visibly relax. “I’m going to get ready for bed in the bathroom. See you
soon.” She went on her tip-toes and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of
Elphaba’s lips.

“See you soon.” The brunette
answered with a goofy smile on her face as the blonde left the room with her
pyjamas in hand.

As Galinda entered the
bathroom she sighed and leaned against the door. She could not believe what had
just happen. Not in a million years would Galinda Upland dare to dream
that Elphaba Thropp, the most intelligent person in Oz would ever love her
back. Sure she was beautiful and popular, but she doubted that she had what it
took to be loved by someone like her.

Before Elphaba had come into her
life, the young heiress though the world was just being popular and knowing the
right people. She though that being smart and knowing things was simply
trivial, that they did nothing to better oneself, that only served for those
who had no other way to move around, but the green girl had proven her wrong.
Elphaba rationalised that someone beautiful, popular, with the right
connections and smart could do far more then someone with just popularity and
looks, or even someone who was just smart, giving herself as an example for the
latter case. What she didn’t see was how beautiful she truly was, at least for
Galinda.

Sure, Elphaba was green, but it was
in a beautiful shade of emerald, a little darker then the lights that used to
shine over Frottica in the winter, and her skin was smooth. She was on the
toned side with sharp features, which were extremely pleasant and flattering
even if they weren’t what most people would call obviously beautiful; her hair
was black as the night sky, straight and shiny as well-spun silk; her eyes had
the most stunning shade of drown like dark, melting chocolate that would shine
with intelligence and determination and sometimes they would shine even with
anger; and her lips, thought thin, were beautifully shaped and in a slightly
darker shade of green, like crystallized fig on top of a cake. Just thinking
about them made Galinda’s knees go weak.

Having pulled her hair back in a
ponytail, the socialite pressed a wet washcloth against the hot skin in her
neck, trying to cool herself down. This kind of thoughts had plagued her for
weeks, perhaps months, but now every dream, every thought didn’t need to be
lived alone. The way Elphaba had answered to her kiss, the sweet caresses she
had given her, the raw love she could feel in them were overwhelming prove that
she wasn’t alone in this love.

Galinda was still lost in her
thoughts when she came out into their room, brushing her hair. Inside her
bubble, the blonde was completely unaware of Elphaba’s eyes on her every move.

“I don’t get it.” The brunette said
only to see Galinda jump into awareness.

“What?” the blonde tossed her hair
over her shoulder and looked at Elphaba, how did she got to the her wardrobe
without bumping into anything she did not know.

“How do you manage to look so lovely
even in some shorts and a comfy shirt?” Elphaba asked getting her own things to
wash up for the night. Galinda just looked at her, feeling quite surprised with
the complement, still unsure if it was actually a complement, and blushed. She
had not noticed that she had even gone for comfortable instead of what she
would usually ware in hopes of provoking her roommate.

Inside the bathroom, the said
roommate was hopelessly looking at herself in the mirror, searching for any physical
change that could have made the young heiress inside the room want to love her.
Needles is to say that she found nothing. Elphaba Thropp remained her usual
green self. High cheekbones, sharp chin, boring brown eyes… yap! It was all
still there, yet Galinda had told her that she loved her and kissed, not
exactly in that order but it still had happened.

To Elphaba, Galinda was like the
distant angel that no way in hell would ever share the same feelings. Sure at
the beginning she thought her petty and unsubstantial, like most girls with
whom Galinda got along, but then she found that she had been wrong and the
other girl turned out to be quite different. Now every single time Elphaba
looked at her roommate and friend she saw a passionate girl completely in love
with life; a smart girl who had never had her curiosity encouraged, which
tended to lead to laziness; a kind soul hidden behind a mask of superficiality
that had fallen long ago; a daughter striving to make the parents that had
spoiled her, proud; a girl desperate for true friendship; someone who had
everything, from friends to looks, still feeling desperately alone, but always
putting a brave face to the world. With time, the green girl learned how to see
the blonde’s imperfections as what they were. Galinda was a very innocent and
protected person, untouched by cruelty, and that did nothing but make Elphaba
want to protect her, and love her even more.

Elphaba looked once again in the
mirror and moan in desperation. In all of Oz, out of all the people that
Galinda could have fallen for… How did she managed to fall for the most freakish
person of all? She was the toad, the green bean, the artichoke, as Galinda had
call her herself sometime ago. Why would the blonde love her? Why would she
love her when all that Elphaba saw on the mirror as everything people had
always told her it wasn’t worth loving? All her life being told that she was a
freak of nature, an abomination, a mistake, a dishonour to her family; being
told that the true reason why her mother had died giving birth to her sister
was because her father didn’t want another freak, being told that most people
took for granted would never happen to her, would never be given to her, and
her was this angel claiming to love her.

Overwhelmed by her emotions Elphaba
leaned against the sink, her hands sporting her straight, and bowed her head,
starting to cry. She was completely unaware that in her own bed, Galinda could
hear her cry, that the blonde had gotten up, or even that she had opened the door.
The green girl only returned to herself when she felt two arms go around her
waist from behind, pulling her into a protective hug.

“Elphie, what’s the matter?” a
bell-like voice asked as gentle hand caressed her loose hair. The brunette gave
no answer as she allowed her tears to continue to fall as she closed her eyes.
She had no will or strength to fight her own emotions any longer, but Galinda
didn’t press her to speak. The girl was worried, that was clear enough in the
way the heiress led her friend back into the room and to the lonely grey bed.
She helped the girl to lay down on the bed and rested her head on her own lap,
caressing the long black hair. After sometime, Elphaba finally managed to pull
herself together and tenderly held Galinda’s, stopping her caresses completely.

“Thank you.” Elphaba said looking up
at the blonde now smiling down at her.

“You would have done the same for
me.” Galinda answered lovingly. “Anyone would do the same.”

“No. No one would do for me what you
just did, my sweet.” The green girl told her as she got up. “You have been more
kind to me in a day then my family or anyone else as ever been all my life.”

“Well, some people are just…
infuriating.” Galinda reached up to caress the green cheek before her. “People
are what they are, and some people won’t look at you twice if they don’t see
some profit in it, then there’s people like me and for that I apologise. I
shouldn’t have judge you right away. I should have taken my time to know you
sooner, but your own family? They should love you for who you are. They should
care and protect you, not treat you like crap.”

“Galinda, relax.” Galinda smiled
lightly at her friend’s concern. “I’m not trying to give you a guilt trip.
That’s water under the bridge for us, and if we must go over it then I must
apologise as well. I should have made an effort to see behind the blonde
bimbo.”

“I totally deserved that.” Galinda
hissed mid-laughter.

“I love to hear you laugh.” Elphaba
confessed absent-mindedly.

“Aww. Thank you sweetie.” Galinda
leaned forward and pecked the green girl’s lips. Elphaba kissed back, but
blushed deep green. She had not realised she had spoken out loud.

“We really should go to bed.” The
embarrassed girl said getting up.

“And just where are you going?” the
blonde asked with an amused smile. “This is your bed, remember?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t.”
Still Elphaba would not look up to meet her friend’s blue eyes.

“Elphaba, I’m serious. Are you sure
you want this?” the blonde got up and rested her hands upon the other girl’s
shoulders. “I mean, you haven’t even told me what you think about us. I just
assumed…”

“You assumed… do you even know what
you truly want?” the other girl’s voice as low almost as if she was afraid to
be heard.

“What I truly want? That’s the
question of the century isn’t it?” Elphaba looked at her friend right in the
eyes as Galinda continued. “I want you. I want to be everything for you. I want
us to be together, but the true question is ‘What do you want?’”

“I was never allowed to dream or
yearn for more. I know my place and who I am. I’ve learned to take what people
are willing to give me.” The brunette confessed sitting down on her own bed.
“Why do you think I was crying moments ago? Your kindness to me, your
confession of love for me, they overwhelmed me. I can’t make you go through the
suffering that awaits you if people realise that we are a couple, but I know
how much more it will hurt you, and me, if I turn you away. I want you to be
mine. I want us to belong together, even if we don’t see eye to eye sometimes.
I want us to be the real thing… that is, if you will have me.”

“Oh Elphie. That has to
be the most romantic confession I’ve ever heard, and yes. I would gladly have
you as my girlfriend.” Galinda smiled broadly as she put her arms around
Elphaba’s neck, pulling her into a hug. “Just promise me something. If there is
anything you desire or yearn for, share it with me. I may not be able to fulfill them all, but at least you get to know that someone cares and wants to
dream with you.”

“There is nothing I could wish for.
I have you in my life, my sweet.” Elphaba raised her hand to undo the blonde’s
ponytail. She ran her long fingers through the golden curls, electing a faint
moan from the other girl’s lips, and gently traced her creamy jaw with her
fingertips, delighted with her love’s reaction. The green sat down upon her bed
once again pulling the blonde to sit on her lap. “Oz, you’re beautiful.”

Galinda smiled tenderly as she ran
her own finger through her girlfriend’s hair glad with the comfortable silence that
had settled between them, and feeling quite flattered by her complement.
Amazing how many times people had actually said that to her but it only became
meaningful when Elphaba said it.

“I love you so much.” Elphaba
whispered into next to Galinda’s ear. “So much. My father will probably disown
me.”

“Your father is a jerk, and I don’t
want us talking about him. I know it gives you dreadful nightmares and we are
about to go to bed.” The green girl closed her eyes and rested her head upon
the blonde’s shoulder and nodded. Right now she was at peace. For the first
time in many months she was at peace.

“You’re right. Let’s to bed.” Elphaba
slowly nuzzled her head on her girlfriend’s neck as tiredness started taking
over her. Galinda pressed a small kiss against her temple, and pushed her back
so the young witch was already lying down and had to readjust herself once the
blonde joined her. Remembering that they had not pulled the covers, both girls
maneuverer themselves so one could pull the covers over the two tired bodies.

Galinda rested her head upon
Elphaba’s chest as her own arm went possessively around her waist. She heard
her girlfriend sigh contentedly as her arm pulled her closer by her shoulders,
and felt her pressing a loving kiss to the top of her head.

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